| ACT IV SCENE III | The Florentine camp. | |
| | Enter the two French Lords and some two or three Soldiers | |
| First Lord | You have not given him his mother's letter? | |
| Second Lord | I have delivered it an hour since: there is | |
| | something in't that stings his nature; for on the | |
| | reading it he changed almost into another man. | 5 |
| First Lord | He has much worthy blame laid upon him for shaking | |
| | off so good a wife and so sweet a lady. | |
| Second Lord | Especially he hath incurred the everlasting | |
| | displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his | |
| | bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a | 10 |
| | thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you. | |
| First Lord | When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the | |
| | grave of it. | |
| Second Lord | He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in | |
| | Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night he | 15 |
| | fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he hath | |
| | given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself | |
| | made in the unchaste composition. | |
| First Lord | Now, God delay our rebellion! as we are ourselves, | |
| | what things are we! | 20 |
| Second Lord | Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course | |
| | of all treasons, we still see them reveal | |
| | themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends, | |
| | so he that in this action contrives against his own | |
| | nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself. | 25 |
| First Lord | Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of | |
| | our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his | |
| | company to-night? | |
| Second Lord | Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour. | |
| First Lord | That approaches apace; I would gladly have him see | 30 |
| | his company anatomized, that he might take a measure | |
| | of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had | |
| | set this counterfeit. | |
| Second Lord | We will not meddle with him till he come; for his | |
| | presence must be the whip of the other. | 35 |
| First Lord | In the mean time, what hear you of these wars? | |
| Second Lord | I hear there is an overture of peace. | |
| First Lord | Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded. | |
| Second Lord | What will Count Rousillon do then? will he travel | |
| | higher, or return again into France? | 40 |
| First Lord | I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether | |
| | of his council. | |
| Second Lord | Let it be forbid, sir; so should I be a great deal | |
| | of his act. | |
| First Lord | Sir, his wife some two months since fled from his | 45 |
| | house: her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques | |
| | le Grand; which holy undertaking with most austere | |
| | sanctimony she accomplished; and, there residing the | |
| | tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her | |
| | grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and | 50 |
| | now she sings in heaven. | |
| Second Lord | How is this justified? | |
| First Lord | The stronger part of it by her own letters, which | |
| | makes her story true, even to the point of her | |
| | death: her death itself, which could not be her | 55 |
| | office to say is come, was faithfully confirmed by | |
| | the rector of the place. | |
| Second Lord | Hath the count all this intelligence? | |
| First Lord | Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from | |
| | point, so to the full arming of the verity. | 60 |
| Second Lord | I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this. | |
| First Lord | How mightily sometimes we make us comforts of our losses! | |
| Second Lord | And how mightily some other times we drown our gain | |
| | in tears! The great dignity that his valour hath | |
| | here acquired for him shall at home be encountered | 65 |
| | with a shame as ample. | |
| First Lord | The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and | |
| | ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our | |
| | faults whipped them not; and our crimes would | |
| | despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues. | 70 |
| | Enter a Messenger | |
| | How now! where's your master? | |
| Servant | He met the duke in the street, sir, of whom he hath | |
| | taken a solemn leave: his lordship will next | |
| | morning for France. The duke hath offered him | |
| | letters of commendations to the king. | 75 |
| Second Lord | They shall be no more than needful there, if they | |
| | were more than they can commend. | |
| First Lord | They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness. | |
| | Here's his lordship now. | |
| | Enter BERTRAM | |
| | How now, my lord! is't not after midnight? | 80 |
| BERTRAM | I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a | |
| | month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success: | |
| | I have congied with the duke, done my adieu with his | |
| | nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my | |
| | lady mother I am returning; entertained my convoy; | 85 |
| | and between these main parcels of dispatch effected | |
| | many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but | |
| | that I have not ended yet. | |
| Second Lord | If the business be of any difficulty, and this | |
| | morning your departure hence, it requires haste of | 90 |
| | your lordship. | |
| BERTRAM | I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to | |
| | hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this | |
| | dialogue between the fool and the soldier? Come, | |
| | bring forth this counterfeit module, he has deceived | 95 |
| | me, like a double-meaning prophesier. | |
| Second Lord | Bring him forth: has sat i' the stocks all night, | |
| | poor gallant knave. | |
| BERTRAM | No matter: his heels have deserved it, in usurping | |
| | his spurs so long. How does he carry himself? | 100 |
| Second Lord | I have told your lordship already, the stocks carry | |
| | him. But to answer you as you would be understood; | |
| | he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he | |
| | hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes | |
| | to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance to | 105 |
| | this very instant disaster of his setting i' the | |
| | stocks: and what think you he hath confessed? | |
| BERTRAM | Nothing of me, has a'? | |
| Second Lord | His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his | |
| | face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe you | 110 |
| | are, you must have the patience to hear it. | |
| | Enter PAROLLES guarded, and First Soldier | |
| BERTRAM | A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of | |
| | me: hush, hush! | |
| First Lord | Hoodman comes! Portotartarosa | |
| First Soldier | He calls for the tortures: what will you say | 115 |
| | without 'em? | |
| PAROLLES | I will confess what I know without constraint: if | |
| | ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more. | |
| First Soldier | Bosko chimurcho. | |
| First Lord | Boblibindo chicurmurco. | 120 |
| First Soldier | You are a merciful general. Our general bids you | |
| | answer to what I shall ask you out of a note. | |
| PAROLLES | And truly, as I hope to live. | |
| First Soldier | Reads | |
| | duke is strong.' What say you to that? | |
| PAROLLES | Five or six thousand; but very weak and | 125 |
| | unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and | |
| | the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation | |
| | and credit and as I hope to live. | |
| First Soldier | Shall I set down your answer so? | |
| PAROLLES | Do: I'll take the sacrament on't, how and which way you will. | 130 |
| BERTRAM | All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this! | |
| First Lord | You're deceived, my lord: this is Monsieur | |
| | Parolles, the gallant militarist,--that was his own | |
| | phrase,--that had the whole theoric of war in the | |
| | knot of his scarf, and the practise in the chape of | 135 |
| | his dagger. | |
| Second Lord | I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword | |
| | clean. nor believe he can have every thing in him | |
| | by wearing his apparel neatly. | |
| First Soldier | Well, that's set down. | 140 |
| PAROLLES | Five or six thousand horse, I said,-- I will say | |
| | true,--or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth. | |
| First Lord | He's very near the truth in this. | |
| BERTRAM | But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he | |
| | delivers it. | 145 |
| PAROLLES | Poor rogues, I pray you, say. | |
| First Soldier | Well, that's set down. | |
| PAROLLES | I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the | |
| | rogues are marvellous poor. | |
| First Soldier | Reads | |
| | a-foot.' What say you to that? | 150 |
| PAROLLES | By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present | |
| | hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a | |
| | hundred and fifty; Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so | |
| | many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, | |
| | and Gratii, two hundred and fifty each; mine own | 155 |
| | company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and | |
| | fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and | |
| | sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand | |
| | poll; half of the which dare not shake snow from off | |
| | their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces. | 160 |
| BERTRAM | What shall be done to him? | |
| First Lord | Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my | |
| | condition, and what credit I have with the duke. | |
| First Soldier | Well, that's set down. | |
| | Reads | |
| | 'You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain | 165 |
| | be i' the camp, a Frenchman; what his reputation is | |
| | with the duke; what his valour, honesty, and | |
| | expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not | |
| | possible, with well-weighing sums of gold, to | |
| | corrupt him to revolt.' What say you to this? what | 170 |
| | do you know of it? | |
| PAROLLES | I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of | |
| | the inter'gatories: demand them singly. | |
| First Soldier | Do you know this Captain Dumain? | |
| PAROLLES | I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris, | 175 |
| | from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's | |
| | fool with child,--a dumb innocent, that could not | |
| | say him nay. | |
| BERTRAM | Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know | |
| | his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls. | 180 |
| First Soldier | Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's camp? | |
| PAROLLES | Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy. | |
| First Lord | Nay look not so upon me; we shall hear of your | |
| | lordship anon. | |
| First Soldier | What is his reputation with the duke? | 185 |
| PAROLLES | The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer | |
| | of mine; and writ to me this other day to turn him | |
| | out o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket. | |
| First Soldier | Marry, we'll search. | |
| PAROLLES | In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there, | 190 |
| | or it is upon a file with the duke's other letters | |
| | in my tent. | |
| First Soldier | Here 'tis; here's a paper: shall I read it to you? | |
| PAROLLES | I do not know if it be it or no. | |
| BERTRAM | Our interpreter does it well. | 195 |
| First Lord | Excellently. | |
| First Soldier | Reads | |
| PAROLLES | That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an | |
| | advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one | |
| | Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count | |
| | Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very | 200 |
| | ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again. | |
| First Soldier | Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour. | |
| PAROLLES | My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the | |
| | behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to be | |
| | a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to | 205 |
| | virginity and devours up all the fry it finds. | |
| BERTRAM | Damnable both-sides rogue! | |
| First Soldier | Reads | |
| | After he scores, he never pays the score: | |
| | Half won is match well made; match, and well make it; | |
| | He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before; | 210 |
| | And say a soldier, Dian, told thee this, | |
| | Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss: | |
| | For count of this, the count's a fool, I know it, | |
| | Who pays before, but not when he does owe it. | |
| | Thine, as he vowed to thee in thine ear, | 215 |
| | PAROLLES.' | |
| BERTRAM | He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme | |
| | in's forehead. | |
| Second Lord | This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold | |
| | linguist and the armipotent soldier. | 220 |
| BERTRAM | I could endure any thing before but a cat, and now | |
| | he's a cat to me. | |
| First Soldier | I perceive, sir, by the general's looks, we shall be | |
| | fain to hang you. | |
| PAROLLES | My life, sir, in any case: not that I am afraid to | 225 |
| | die; but that, my offences being many, I would | |
| | repent out the remainder of nature: let me live, | |
| | sir, in a dungeon, i' the stocks, or any where, so I may live. | |
| First Soldier | We'll see what may be done, so you confess freely; | |
| | therefore, once more to this Captain Dumain: you | 230 |
| | have answered to his reputation with the duke and to | |
| | his valour: what is his honesty? | |
| PAROLLES | He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister: for | |
| | rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus: he | |
| | professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking 'em he | 235 |
| | is stronger than Hercules: he will lie, sir, with | |
| | such volubility, that you would think truth were a | |
| | fool: drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will | |
| | be swine-drunk; and in his sleep he does little | |
| | harm, save to his bed-clothes about him; but they | 240 |
| | know his conditions and lay him in straw. I have but | |
| | little more to say, sir, of his honesty: he has | |
| | every thing that an honest man should not have; what | |
| | an honest man should have, he has nothing. | |
| First Lord | I begin to love him for this. | 245 |
| BERTRAM | For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon | |
| | him for me, he's more and more a cat. | |
| First Soldier | What say you to his expertness in war? | |
| PAROLLES | Faith, sir, he has led the drum before the English | |
| | tragedians; to belie him, I will not, and more of | 250 |
| | his soldiership I know not; except, in that country | |
| | he had the honour to be the officer at a place there | |
| | called Mile-end, to instruct for the doubling of | |
| | files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of | |
| | this I am not certain. | 255 |
| First Lord | He hath out-villained villany so far, that the | |
| | rarity redeems him. | |
| BERTRAM | A pox on him, he's a cat still. | |
| First Soldier | His qualities being at this poor price, I need not | |
| | to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt. | 260 |
| PAROLLES | Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple | |
| | of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the | |
| | entail from all remainders, and a perpetual | |
| | succession for it perpetually. | |
| First Soldier | What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain? | 265 |
| Second Lord | Why does be ask him of me? | |
| First Soldier | What's he? | |
| PAROLLES | E'en a crow o' the same nest; not altogether so | |
| | great as the first in goodness, but greater a great | |
| | deal in evil: he excels his brother for a coward, | 270 |
| | yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is: | |
| | in a retreat he outruns any lackey; marry, in coming | |
| | on he has the cramp. | |
| First Soldier | If your life be saved, will you undertake to betray | |
| | the Florentine? | 275 |
| PAROLLES | Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count Rousillon. | |
| First Soldier | I'll whisper with the general, and know his pleasure. | |
| PAROLLES | Aside | |
| | drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to | |
| | beguile the supposition of that lascivious young boy | |
| | the count, have I run into this danger. Yet who | 280 |
| | would have suspected an ambush where I was taken? | |
| First Soldier | There is no remedy, sir, but you must die: the | |
| | general says, you that have so traitorously | |
| | discovered the secrets of your army and made such | |
| | pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can | 285 |
| | serve the world for no honest use; therefore you | |
| | must die. Come, headsman, off with his head. | |
| PAROLLES | O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death! | |
| First Lord | That shall you, and take your leave of all your friends. | |
| | Unblinding him | |
| | So, look about you: know you any here? | 290 |
| BERTRAM | Good morrow, noble captain. | |
| Second Lord | God bless you, Captain Parolles. | |
| First Lord | God save you, noble captain. | |
| Second Lord | Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord Lafeu? | |
| | I am for France. | 295 |
| First Lord | Good captain, will you give me a copy of the sonnet | |
| | you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon? | |
| | an I were not a very coward, I'ld compel it of you: | |
| | but fare you well. | |
| | Exeunt BERTRAM and Lords | |
| First Soldier | You are undone, captain, all but your scarf; that | 300 |
| | has a knot on't yet | |
| PAROLLES | Who cannot be crushed with a plot? | |
| First Soldier | If you could find out a country where but women were | |
| | that had received so much shame, you might begin an | |
| | impudent nation. Fare ye well, sir; I am for France | 305 |
| | too: we shall speak of you there. | |
| | Exit with Soldiers | |
| PAROLLES | Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, | |
| | 'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more; | |
| | But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft | |
| | As captain shall: simply the thing I am | 310 |
| | Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart, | |
| | Let him fear this, for it will come to pass | |
| | that every braggart shall be found an ass. | |
| | Rust, sword? cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live | |
| | Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive! | 315 |
| | There's place and means for every man alive. | |
| | I'll after them. | |
| | Exit | |